An Answer
In the middle of her alone
journey he held her hand; she was neither willing nor unwilling. He was so humble; he healed her wounds and gave her his warmth. She started believing as
what She saw in him was something that she had never seen before in anyone.
Sometimes he was a beauty and sometimes a mirror to show the beauty in
anything. All now they were seeing in each other was happiness, altogether a life. It was
like a sketched she now filled with the colors of life.
His eyes were so deep
like she was made to drown in them. It was an evening when she was looking into his eyes, like she was going too inside him, like she was asking him to go too
inside her. Like an all-time closed book was opening itself to be read by him. Probably he was feeling the same. The depth of his eyes was drowning her deep down to the deepest. She forgot all the strings of world, merely to be tied with one. she solely wanted to be with him.
That evening turned to
the most beautiful night of her life, when they saw each other in them. No arms ever relaxed her except his, She tasted his lips, and so soft they were. They were floating in the river of intimation. How pure that was, how
true they were. The trust in his eyes, the touch of his hands, his feet to
walk beside her and many such beauties made her fell for him.
